Mayhem - G.Weasley

27. Your nightmares are Real

Ivy felt as if she floated, but not the good kind of feeling. The were undertones of fear and something familiar she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Her heart beat felt abnormally slow as she moved through this trance like state.

She had never felt this way before. She was robbed of all senses, but not, at the same time. Almost like it was a lucid dream. She couldn't lie, this experience frightened her. She felt out of control, like she was just watching herself through a clouded lens, unable to do anything. She felt herself twist and turn several times before abruptly stopping.

She detected a vague sensation underneath her feet as she slowly started to slip back into reality. That's when sound returned to her otherwise silent dream.

She hadn't realized she was screaming.

But it didn't sound like her. It was an ear shattering noise that conveyed the promise of sorrow.

Then her touch returned.

Something warm and wet pooled around her legs as she kneeled on a hard surface.

Ivy's blood turned cold.

Then her sight returned. She was no longer screaming, for her voice had been robbed at what she saw before her.

A man in crimson robes, stained with an even darker red lay before her, his throat slashed menacingly. It was cut so deep, Ivy could see his trachea bobbing with the effort to keep this man alive.

His eyes were wide with horror as he spewed blood from his mouth. Gurgling as tears ran down his face. Ivy didn't know what to do, so she placed her hands around his throat to try and stop the bleeding. Her gold dress already ruined from the blood she knelt in.

Her arms felt cold as there was no jacket around her.

"It's okay." Ivy tried to remain calm to ease the dying man.

She couldn't have done this. . . Right?

A whimper sounded off to her left, Shadow pacing nervously off to the side, avoiding the mass amounts of blood.

"You're okay." Ivy couldn't help as a few tears escaped. He was a fairly skinny lad, not quite filling out his uniform. He had curly light brown hair and a few freckles dotted over his large, crooked nose.

Ivy knew there was nothing anyone could do. And she think this man knew it as well. She moved her position so she could cradle his head in her lap and stroke his head, while the other still clamped down on the arteries in his neck.

Only fright shone through his hazel eyes as they darted around. He tried to make a sound, any sound that wasn't him choking on his own blood. His mouth tried to form words, but his breathing came too quick and his throat was beyond repair.

"Shhh." Ivy cooed as she sniffled. "It's alright. You're not alone." Ivy tried to wipe away the tears on her face, but quickly gave up knowing she couldn't control them.

The man's breathing grew even more rapid and his tears loosened like a broken dam.

She stroked his hair as he lay there dying.

Ivy heard a faint sound of footsteps and turned to Shadow for a moment. "Hide." She said in a hushed whisper.

Shadow did as she said and melded into the dark shadows, almost as though he was never there.

Then she turned her attention back to the poor victim. She did the only thing she could think of and began to sing a song. She didn't know why, but it felt right.